Interest [COMPLETED]

3. Desire

Isabella's POV

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I stood in front of my house door, my eyes wide and my jaw on the floor.

He had sent a limousine for me.

I had everything planned in my head before I had exited my house. I was going to use my car to go and promised myself not to drink too much.

But then I saw this fricking limo!

This was beyond boss-employee relationship. My old boss couldn't give a single damn about me but him... He seemed like he cared.

No. He does not care, Bella.

Whoah, BELLA?

I shook myself out of my thoughts and looked down at my black dress one more time to check if everything was okay.

My dress looked amazing. Thank God.

After I was done staring at myself I lifted my head to see the limousine still standing there with a man in a suit waiting for me in front of my door.

I walked closer to it and realized the man drooling.

It had to be the dress.

He quickly cleared his throat as to shake himself out of his thoughts and smiled. "Good evening Ms. Brown."

"Good evening, um?" I didn't know his name.

"Gerald, you can call me Gerald, Miss. I'm Mr. West's driver."

"Okay, Gerald. You can call me Isabella by the way." He nodded while smiling. "Thank you." I thanked Gerald for opening the door for me and got into the car, giving a small smile to him.

He smiled back as he closed the door and walked around the car to get into the driver's seat.

***

The ride had been silent and peaceful. I mostly had admired the design of the limousine and sometimes found myself taking pictures of it without Gerald noticing. I had drunk one glass of champagne that I found in it and I already could feel the alcohol in my system. No, I wasn't drunk. Just, alcohol and I didn't get along well with each other.

I didn't drink much usually so you couldn't say that my body was used to it.

My father used to be a drunk. After my mom had passed away when I was thirteen because of a damn desease, he had totally lost it. He had started coming home late at night in a drunk state. It hadn't been any easy for me to live with him. My father was the only reason why I moved out to my own house the day I had turned eighteen with a little amount of money that mom had left for me.

I managed to go to college due to my scholarship. Or else I wouldn't have paid the bills and the school together. The NYU was a really expensive university, without scholarship it would be in my 'Never Unless You Have Money' list. Yeah, I had a list like that. What a way to motivate myself in life, right?

"Good evening Miss, can I get your name please?" The man that stood in front of this huge building full of people asked me with a not-so-real smile on his handsome face. If I hadn't seen better, I would drool over him.

"Oh, good evening and yes, of course. Isabella Brown, Adrian West's personal assistant." The moment I introduced myself, his expression changed. He cleared his throat and straightened his back, pulling a serious face.

Why did everyone act like I was some sort of an important person?

"Good to see you have arrived. Please get inside, Mr. West is waiting for you." He smiled and stepped aside to let me pass.